Love You, Passion-hately

Drunk Confessions

Cameron's PoV

I've been playing my drumsets. Or should I say beating them to an early grave or maybe, a dumpster?  

Since the day of revelation about Ed and Dawn, which wasn't a long ago but still feels like a century ago, I'd been better. I know she's with someone who had loved her all through his life. I know he wouldn't let her down. And I've come to an agreement with the fact that Ed has finally found the one he'd been looking for. Happy Ending!! 

Well, that's what I tell myself over and over again. But the truth is I can never come to peace with the fact that she's with someone else. That someone else had claimed her. That her heart belongs to someone else. That someone else might be kissing her at this instant. That someone else might be making love to her. Someone else would be holding her through the times when she feels low. That someone else might be there for her when I can't.

If only I hadn't given up on us the second she said she wants nothing to do with me. They have to make effort, right? Chase the girl who means everything to them. At least that's what Diana and Betty told me what protagonists do in Romance movies they watch on girls' movie night. I sighed. I wish I'd seen a couple of them so I would've known what to say, what to do. But I just stormed out of the room like a child who'd been denied his favorite toy. I fucked up. No, I fucked up more than the Ross in Friends and now she's with Zoey.

My train of awful life choices came to an abrupt stop when I broke my drumstick. Great. Exactly what I needed. I threw them in frustration only to crash into the basement wall. I looked at my phone screen buzzing and flashing the face I long to see every day. I lunged at my phone and answered it in no time. I might not be able to be with her but I can at least hear her voice.

"Dawn," I said not trying to seem too desperate. Who the hell am I kidding? I am desperate for her.

"You. Son of a bitch"

"Dawn. Is that you?"

"Yes. It's me, you asshole. It's my fucking number. Or have you deleted it already? Cuz, of course, you're so fucking done with me. Like I'm so fucking done with this bottle of vodka"

"Dawn. Are you drunk?"

"Like you fucking care?"

"Dawn. Where are you? Is someone with you?" I was having a panic attack now.

"Oh Shut Up Crooked Nose. You dare not get all Alpha male on me. You have no fucking right. You had no fucking right to stomp on my heart like a stampede on a dried leaf. Like a spoon on boiled potato. Like a baseball bat..."

"Dawn. You're drunk. Call someone. They'll take you home"

"Shhhh... Like a baseball bat on a glass vase," I heard a voice of glass breaking. "Oops!" she giggled. 

"Dawn. Listen to me. Are you alone? Where are your friends? Where is Ed for God's sake?"

"Shut up, Cameron. This isn't how I planned this. You don't get to boss me around. You don't get to say anything. You don't get to do anything. All you get to do is listen to me" she said in a serious tone that caught me off guard.

"So, I came to this bar with Ed and he went with a chic. And I met this hot guy with ocean blue eyes. He was sweet and funny and we danced. He's studying business you know?" if she was trying to me make me jealous it was working. 

"And we danced and laughed and got drunk and then he kissed me," she giggled. "I wanted to kiss him. He was hot and those plump lips and black rolled up sleeves. Ummm," I officially can't listen to it. I was about to hang up but what she said next made me stop.